Impossible, Absolutely Impossible!

The strongest in the New Student Assessment was Dai Huabin at most, and he had already beaten him once in the cafeteria.

Before using the Sharingan's illusion, he was still somewhat wary of Dai Huabin's Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

The more Spiritual Power he poured into an illusion, the stronger its control duration and effects became.

With his current Spiritual Power, he could only temporarily control a Soul Emperor-level expert for one or two seconds.

After that, his Spiritual Power would be completely drained. Last time, it was only because Zhou Yi had not used any soul skills that he had managed to severely injure her.

"If only I had a Martial Soul Fusion Skill too."

"According to the theory of Martial Soul Fusion Skills, the closer the quality of two martial souls, the moment both sides meet, they should immediately sense it."

"The higher the fusion rate, the greater the power. But I've made a round through Shrek and haven't sensed anyone whose martial soul can resonate with mine."

"Are Martial Soul Fusion Skills really that rare?"

Han Yu thought to himself. As for fusing eyes and a hammer, he had tried getting close to Wang Dong, but there had been no reaction at all.

Just as Han Yu's thoughts were racing, Mu Jin smiled and said, "Don't be careless. As far as I know, aside from Ning Tian in our class being a three-ringed soul master, there's also a Rubber Elephant who's three-ringed, as well as Dai Huabin, whom you defeated."

"I understand, Teacher Mu."

In attitude, he looked down on his enemies, but in his heart, Han Yu still took others seriously.

Because Dai Huabin had been caught off guard the first time, he had fallen for it. Next time, making him take the bait would not be so easy.

"All right, you try too. Let me see your strength."

Mu Jin picked up a White Tiger Rod, a faint look of pride appearing on her face.

Ning Tian, standing to the side, also looked over curiously. As the nominal strongest person in Class Nine, she wanted to know whether he was really as mysterious as the rumors made him out to be.

When the surrounding students heard the commotion, they all came over to watch the fun, looking ready to enjoy the show.

"Young Mistress."

Just then, Wu Feng walked over looking deeply wronged, then glared fiercely at Han Yu.

Ever since Han Yu had come to Class Nine, the Young Mistress's attention had not been on her anymore.

Han Yu could not help saying, "What are you staring at?"

"Hmph!"

Wu Feng, who had somehow found a School Uniform and put it on, crossed her arms over her chest, gave a delicate snort, and turned her head away.

"Let's begin. Which level will you choose?"

"The fourth. I also want to see if I can bend it."

Han Yu grew interested. His current physical constitution should be no weaker than a Soul Ancestor's. Although he could not compare to those with beast martial souls, he should still be comparable to an ordinary Soul Ancestor.

After activating the fourth level, Mu Jin handed the White Tiger Rod to Han Yu, then slowly stepped back.

"Hmph, he definitely won't be able to bend it. This is a Soul Tool only a Soul Ancestor can bend."

A trace of disdain flashed across Wu Feng's face as she spoke to Ning Tian, trying to divert her attention.

"Feng Mei, you should know there is always someone better. What if Han Yu succeeds?"

Ning Tian looked at Wu Feng with some amusement, not knowing what was wrong with her today. She felt strange.

"I know there is always someone better, but that person definitely isn't him."

Wu Feng pointed with her hand, then spoke.

"How do you know it isn't me?"

"What if I get lucky and succeed?"

Han Yu looked at the White Tiger Rod in his hand, which had already bent slightly, and discovered that no one was paying attention at the moment. But Mu Jin at the side saw it clearly.

"Hmph! In any case, you absolutely can't succeed!"

Wu Feng put her hands on her hips, her head just lifting to reveal that snow-white neck.

Han Yu's eyes turned, and an inexplicable look flashed through them. "Why don't we make a bet?"

"Another bet?"

Before Wu Feng could speak, Ning Tian's eyes grew odd. Didn't this person dislike betting? Now he was starting to bet again.

"Bet on what?"

Just as Han Yu expected, Wu Feng took the bait.

"We'll bet on whether I can bend it. The stake is two thousand Gold Soul Coins. This time, I didn't know the answer in advance."

As if afraid Ning Tian would stop them, Han Yu turned his head and said this to her.

"A bet it is. Feng Mei, bet with him. I refuse to believe I can lose to you again this time."

Ning Tian's face reddened, and she gently clenched her small fist. She knew what Han Yu meant.

Wu Feng nodded and said, "Fine, we'll bet with you. The losing side hands over two thousand Gold Soul Coins. Teacher Mu will be the witness."

Mu Jin nodded with a smile at the side. Then, the way she looked at Han Yu changed. This kid really knew how to trick little girls.

"All right, I'm starting."

Han Yu gently breathed out, then assumed a horse stance, pushing both hands forward and gripping the White Tiger Rod tightly.

With a slight exertion of force, the White Tiger Rod trembled faintly and let out a sound.

"It bent, it bent!" the chubby student at the side cried out in surprise.

"That's way too strong. As expected of the 'Red-Eyed Fiend.' He's much stronger than Wu Feng. Wu Feng was drenched in sweat just now and only bent it a little." The bespectacled student habitually pushed up his frames, also looking shocked.

"Red-Eyed Fiend?"

When had he gotten a nickname like that? The corner of Han Yu's mouth twitched, and he almost lost his strength.

"Hmph! That's nothing. It's only bent a tiny bit. I can do that too."

Wu Feng curled her lips and said somewhat disdainfully.

"A tiny bit?"

Then open your eyes wide. Han Yu laughed inwardly, then abruptly exerted force.

Blue veins slowly bulged, and his face also began turning slightly red. Under one shocked gaze after another, the White Tiger Rod quickly passed the halfway point.

"Hm? It's a little harder than I imagined. Bending it shouldn't be a problem, but I should still give Wu Feng a little hope."

Seeing Wu Feng's small mouth slightly open, Han Yu felt the urge to tease her.

The White Tiger Rod, which had already passed halfway, suddenly came to an abrupt stop and remained stuck at that progress.

Seeing this, Mu Jin shook her head helplessly, sighing inwardly that he was still a child after all.

Wu Feng, who had thought she was about to lose, instantly became happy, saying smugly,

"Bend it, then. Why aren't you bending it anymore? You've only bent it halfway. If you don't bend it completely, you lose, you know?"

Han Yu's face suddenly flushed red. He sighed and said, "Yeah, I'm going to lose. This is way too hard. I feel like I'm almost done for."

Wu Feng became even happier when she heard this and could not help saying, "Hurry up and admit defeat. This is something only a Soul Ancestor can bend. Losing isn't embarrassing."

Snap!

The sound of the White Tiger Rod bending to its limit rang out. Wu Feng, who had still been wearing a smug expression, froze completely, the smile on her face stopping dead as she stared blankly at the White Tiger Rod in Han Yu's hands, now bent into a U shape.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! This is something only a Soul Ancestor can bend. Even with my beast martial soul, I can only bend it a little. How could a spiritual-attribute soul master like you be stronger than me?"

Wu Feng shook her head, wildly doubting her life.

"It was pretty hard. I had to use fifty percent of my strength to bend it. I'm exhausted."

Clang!

The White Tiger Rod returned to its original shape.

Ning Tian also stared blankly at Han Yu's normal-looking face, immediately realizing she had been tricked again.

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